The same can be said for every conceivable thing man and nature could ever possibly throw at us, including associated public safety advice.

We wait years for a summer, then no sooner does mud begin to crack on the shore of reservoirs and out come the warnings.

As usual, these exhaustive lists advise us what not to do, but with the usual underlying hint of potentially apocalyptic consequences.

Those with impressive titles and/or several batches of letters after their name just can’t seem to issue perfectly sound advice without lacing it with some portend of doom.

I blame the disaster movie genre – of which I am an aficionado – for breeding a generation that deep down welcomes the prospects of pandemics, tsunamis, earthquakes, meteorite strikes and the bobby dazzler of all total life elimination scenarios – an alien invasion.

Read the rest of Paula’s comment in Friday’s paper.

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